Stage One:
Highlander II: The Quickening (1991)
Directed by Russell Mulcahey
Written by Brian Clemens and William Panzer; based on characters by Gregory Widen
It’s August, 1999, and according to a cheery drive-time DJ, the ozone layer is almost completely gone, and millions are dead. But immortal Scotsman Connor MacLeod (Christopher Lambert) and his chunky sidekick are about to change all that. "They’ll remember this day for a thousand years," coos Chunky Sidekick, as he gives Christopher a hug. "The day we protected the Earth from the Sun." Because apparently the Sun has been picking on the Earth at recess, giving it Indian burns, and stealing its lunch money.
Chris shoots a beam of light out of the Transamerica building, which throws up a shield around the planet that sunlight cannot penetrate–a sort of artificial nuclear winter. Neat, huh?
25 Years Later. Christopher has acquired gray hair, jowls, and a tendency to talk in voiceovers. Thanks to his shield, Earth is plunged in perpetual darkness. Agriculture is impossible, madness, starvation and disease are rampant, and humanity is regressing to barbarism, as illustrated by the cast of Charles in Charge doing Redi-Whip hits off an oxy-acetylene torch. Good one, Chris.
Later, this self-styled savior of the Earth is dozing at the opera when he’s suddenly awaked by a competing voiceover. It’s Sean Connery, who has apparently decided to play a practical joke on Chris by intoning, "Remember, Highlander. Remember your home. Another galaxy. You were chosen. Remember?" Having seen the previous movie, one expects that Christopher’s first reaction would be to tell Sean to put down the Mr. Microphone and stop talking crap during the opera. Alas, the poor lunkhead falls for it, and abruptly decides that he’s actually an alien from the planet Zeiss (known the universe over for its quality line of precision binoculars). Suddenly, we flash back 500 years. It seems the Muumuu Men of Zest are sick of the tyrannical General Katana, and his brutal remarks about their efforts to disguise holiday weight gain with loose-fitting clothes.
Sean Connery appears before the rebel army and declares that at last they have a leader. But this announcement turns out to be yet another of Sean’s increasingly cruel practical jokes, since the guy he’s pointing at is Christopher Lambert. Once again, however, the cow-eyed nitwit falls for it, and Chris promptly leads his army into battle against General Katana (Michael Ironside, sporting Al Sharpton’s hair). Naturally, Chris’s followers are promptly massacred, while Katana exiles Sean and Chris to Earth, where they face the deadly challenge of reconciling all the continuity errors between this film and the first one.
500 Years Later: Virginia Madsen leads a team of eco-terrorists into the Shield generating station. Not far away, Christopher stops into a bar, where Bella Abzug beats him up and cuts him with a broken bottle.
Cut back to the planet Zeitgeist. Something’s been nagging at Katana for the last 500 years. What was it? Dang. It’s on the tip of his tongue...
Oh! Right. He meant to have Chris killed, but he’s been procrastinating for the past half-millennium. And don’t even get his wife started about that bathroom tile he’s been promising to grout.
Katana orders a couple of fey porcupine men to immediately teleport to Earth and snuff the Highlander. But Christopher proves he’s still The One by running around in a tizzy, smashing into things, and surviving the encounter through sheer dumb luck. One attacker even goes so far as to obligingly lie under a train at just the perfect angle to snip off his head. And even though this looks suspiciously like a suicide, the judges award his Quickening to Christopher, who promptly redeems it for a new wig and a jar of Porcelana.
Cut to Scotland. Despite being decapitated and killed in the previous Highlander, Sean returns from the dead, thanks to some bad special effects and some even worse advice from his agents.
Meanwhile, Virginia meets the now (relatively) young Christopher and asks who he is. He replies that he’s an alien Scotsman with a French accent who was banished from the planet Seuss 500 years ago. Oh, and he can never die. Rather than running away or shouting for the cops, Virginia takes this bizarre assertion as a signal to start tongue-kissing.
Virginia is saved from further embarrassment by Sean, who distracts Chris by trying to cut his head off. When that sadly fails, they start to drink. Sensible members of the audience put the tape on Pause and do likewise.
Eventually, they blunder into a death trap–a cylindrical chamber with a lawnmower blade descending from the ceiling. Fortunately, Sean summons his life force and uses it to repel the blade (and the audience). Unfortunately, his life force emits the annoying sound of bagpipes. Oh, and it also opens the death trap’s sealed doors. And snapples caps off any jug, bottle, or jar.
Finally, Christopher gets into a cutlery-assisted hassle with Katana, and they stumble into the room where the Shield is generated by a huge column of blinding white light. Chris steps inside this unimaginably powerful laser beam, in the mistaken belief that it’s a tanning booth, and the whole place blows up.
The Shield instantly evaporates. Virginia gazes into the night sky, a look of wonder in her eyes as she glimpses the stars for the first time in her life. Christopher, on the other hand, gets caught in a freeze-frame with a goofy, gap-mouthed grin that makes him look like he’s just popped up out of the cornfield to deliver a punch-line on Hee Haw. The End.
Stage of grief: Denial. In this stage, the affected person denies that a loss has occurred. As you can see, this is a pretty advanced case, since the filmmakers actually tried to make a sequel to a film they deny ever existed. And even though they lopped off Sean Connery’s head in the first one, to director Russell Mulcahy, this simply calls for a Do Over. You can imagine how difficult it might have been to reach the director in the early days of his grief, when he wept inconsolably over the realization that he’d killed off the only appealing actor in his movie, leaving him with a potential franchise headlined by a weird-looking Frenchman with all the heroic gravitas of a Tickle Me Elmo. The conversation might have gone something like this:
"You can’t bring Sean Connery back for the sequel—his character is dead."
"No he’s not! (sob)"
"Your own movie says the only way to kill an immortal is to cut his head off, and he got his head cut off!"
"No, but…he’s not just an immortal. He’s…an alien! From another galaxy! And he gets brought back to life in the present day by an…inter-dimensional time…portal…thingy."
"You really expect the audience to believe in an alien from a distant galaxy named Ramirez?"
"I didn’t expect them to believe in a Spaniard with a Scottish burr slightly thicker than Jackie Stewart’s, but they swallowed that like a bad clam."
Of course, denial can only be sustained for so long, before one’s inability to cope with an unbearable, yet persistent truth turns to frustration and anger. At this point, the affected individual begins to lash out at those around him, giving voice to irrational suspicions and recriminations, making friends and caregivers the target of misplaced rage, and depressing the tourist industry by unleashing the vengeful specter of Spanky McFarland. . . .next stage: Blair Witch 2: Book of Shadows.
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The Five Degrees of Rush Limbaugh's Grief
It was with mixed emotions that we read TBOGG's very funny and clever and insightful exploration of Rush Limbaugh's Stages of Grief at Being Outed As a Money-Laundering, Doctor-Shopping, Self-Pitying Drug Addict. Sure, we found the piece very funny and clever and insightful, and we laughed while we read it. But we also noted a mild feeling of chagrin, and that sinking feeling that comes when you realize that if only you had patented the idea for reality TV when you first thought of it, you'd be a billionaire today.
No, we didn't invent Rush Limbaugh (we suspect that nobody did, and that he just evolved from that gross stuff in the bottom of spitoons). And we aren't claiming to be the ones who first thought of using of using Kubler-Ross's stages of grief to explain Rush (but we would if we thought we could get away with it).
What we did (well, Scott, actually) was to invent a chapter of our nearly-completed self-help/humor/movie book, Subliminal Cinema: Life Lessons from Lousy Movies, which uses the "stages of grief" model to explain movie sequels. And since we figure that at least one of you out there is a book editor who wants to know about the latest future bestseller, we are going to use TBOGG's piece as a pretext to present to you this chapter, free, in your own home, for 30 days. Just return the unused portion if you aren't completely satisfied, and keep Rush Limbaugh as our gift to you.
So, with no futher threats, may we present . . . .
Coping with Grief: The Five Stages of Bad Sequels
The strength of the American system of governance lies in its clear separation of powers; not only between the three branches of government, but also between Federal and State authority. The United States Attorney General, for instance, is the highest-ranking law enforcement officer in the land, yet his powers are properly confined to crimes of national scope, such as treason, mail fraud, or interfering with a poultry inspector. Local district attorneys prosecute felonies and misdemeanors on the state level, while Hollywood is responsible for enforcing the Law of Diminishing Returns.
As William Goldman memorably wrote, nobody in Hollywood knows anything, including how to make successful movies. And when they do manage to make a picture people want to see, they don't know when to quit. Instead, they rob the grave of the original movie and try to pass the corpse off as an old familiar friend with whom we're eager to renew our acquaintance. Because they don't know anything, however, including why the original was popular, they often steal the wrong body.
Maybe it was the movie's gimmick we responded to, like in Highlander. Sure, the idea of immortal headhunting Scotsmen roaming the centuries has a certain intrinsic appeal, but did anybody really enjoy Christopher Lambert? No, of course not. So what do they do for an encore in Highlander 2? Ditch the whole premise of the original, but bring back Chris.
Or maybe it was a character the audience enjoyed, such as Batman. So in Batman and Robin, let's bury him under a bunch of other, stupider characters that everybody hates, not to mention a barrage of badly-edited action sequences that make the jittery, nauseating camera work in The Blair Witch Project look like My Dinner with Andre.
And speaking of Blair Witch--after it’s phenomenal success, Hollywood promptly threw together a sequel which kept the "Queasi-cam" and the inane dialogue, but mislaid the only good thing about the first movie: the restraint. The independently-produced Blair Witch Project was praised for not showing the "horror," thus requiring audience members to use their own imaginations to scare themselves. So naturally the studio-made sequel featured plenty of spooks and blood and viscera; the twist this time was that the audience had to use their imaginations to come up with the plot.
When you get right down to it, there's a certain ghoulish quality to sequels, sort of like that Twilight Zone episode where the old woman kept a party of mummified dinner guests sitting around her table. It's like you had a really fun friend–we'll call him Bob. Bob was such great company that when he reached the end of his natural life span, it left you with an unrequited hunger for additional Bob-specific shenanigans. Ordinarily, you'd have to be content with your memories, but let’s say that Bob's an organ donor. Now, his liver may still be capable of filtering toxins and storing glucose, but you're not going to find the remaindered organ as charming and fun to be with as Bob was. And if you did try to recreate the unique chemistry you two had by taking his liver to Fenway Park and sitting in the stands chugging Budweiser and swapping dirty jokes with it, you would likely find the experience would fall short of the expectations set by your previous outings with Bob.
This, basically, is the Hollywood Sequel in a nutshell: It's sitting in the bleachers under a hot sun, drinking beer with some organ meat. Looked at from this perspective, it’s clear that those who believe that Hollywood’s endless production of sequels represents creative bankruptcy, corporate cowardice, and a grim determination to squeeze blood from an already desanguinated turnip are wrong. Far from crass commercial exploitation, we believe that the Hollywood Sequel represents a form of grief counseling.
Dr. Elizabeth Kubler-Ross has identified Five Stages of Grief: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. As we will show, every movie sequel represents one of these emotional rest stops along the road to enlightenment or boredom. To quote a time-honored aphorism, "When the traveler is burdened with woe, his journey may begin with a single step, but it will end with Speed 2:Cruise Control."
So, join us tomorrow for your first step in healing, Highlander II: The Quickening.
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The Island of Misfit TownHalls
The most common message: Christmas is when we celebrate the birth of our Lord, George Bush. Also, how do you solve a problem like Saddam? And, how the man is holding Bernie Goldberg down.
Dennis Prager
Women are from the Hallmark Channel, Men are from the Playboy Channel.
For example, most women think about those they love more than most men think about those they love. Most mothers worry about their children more hours per day than most fathers do; and a wife who loves her husband thinks about him more often each day than a man who loves his wife. Therefore, while it may not be that important for him to talk to his wife during the day while at work, it is probably important to her. Consequently, a major way a man can show his wife love is to call her during the day.
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For years, I have been lecturing on men's sexual nature, so I feel competent to say that most men are afraid and/or embarrassed to tell their wives how important her trying to look good and having sex with him are to his feeling loved by her.
So, to show your wife you care, even though you really don't (at least, not as much as she does) call her from work just to say, "Be more attractive." And women, to prove your love to your husband, have sex with him, despite his unattractiveness.
Bruce Bartlett
Our top story today: Generalissimo Bob Bartley is still dead. And he was really important, in that he invented conservatives.
It was often joked that the entire conservative movement could fit into a good-sized living room in those days.
David Limbaugh
Richard Gephardt's anti-Dean ads show that we must all vote for George Bush, because Bush's inability to read gives him a real advantage over the other candidates in this complex, "shades of gray" world.
What makes President Bush the best wartime leader are his moral clarity, his decisiveness, his willingness to confront evil in the world, and his determination to place America's security and the American people's safety above his political interests.
Matt Towery
Bush is the magical warrior-king who understands the common man. And he's part of a complete breakfast!
But if the economy keeps improving and the president continues to pull off feats of derring-do -- like successfully taking on half the world to defend Americans' safety -- no one will topple him. His challenge is to keep performing king-like magic while still appearing to understand the person on the street.
Thomas Sowell
Tom defends those poor, picked on drug companies, who are the only ones paying top prices for kidneys these days. (Thomas's column made possible by a grant from the Pharmaceutical Manufacturers Association of America -- see TBOGG for a story of how this works for Andrew Sullivan. Also see Riggenhouse Review's "The Company You Keep" for a futher discussion of the phenomena.)
If "obscene profits" are what cause pharmaceutical drugs to cost so much, why haven't socialist countries set up their own government-owned pharmaceutical enterprises to produce drugs more cheaply? Why don't non-profit organizations here do that?It is because rhetoric is cheap but creating drugs is not. Recent estimates are that it costs $800 million per new drug. That is why drug prices are so high. But needless suffering and premature deaths are even higher costs.
Jay Bryant
Just as the death of Napolean led to the invention of pants, we need to "accidentally" shoot Saddam while he's "trying to escape."
The problem with treating him as an enemy alien was that England was not at war with anybody, so there was no enemy. But if he was a pirate, the law was clear; he had to be executed, and that would inflame the country, which had long had a substantial soft-on-Bonaparte faction, led by the "Hollywood liberals" of the day – the romantic poets, who hated their own conservative government so much they were willing to make common cause with the foreign agent of change.
Ann Coulter's next book is reported to be: Perversity: How the Romantic Poets Betrayed England and Sonnets.
Rich Lowry
Jonah Goldberg isn't the only one who saw The Return of the King, you know! And while some may see Aragon as George Bush, George is also Jesus.
You could be forgiven -- putting aside the anti-Bush ravings of some of its actors -- for thinking that the movie was released as pro war-on-terror propaganda. One character speaks of a "sleepless malice" rising in the East. Sounds familiar.
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As the world pauses this week to celebrate a holiday marking the birth of a Savior born in a manger, it is the season for cherishing the hope of fools.
Phyllis Schlafly
Same-sex marriage will dilute the marriage brand in Massachusetts, thus invalidating all regular marriages in that state and creating mutant dogs with five legs.
Once the highest court of a state declares that a husband and wife are no longer needed for a valid marriage, then whatever unions it creates are not real marriages, no matter what the state chooses to call them. A dog doesn't have five legs even if you call its tail a leg. Consequently, Massachusetts couples will have to get married in another state in order to be assured of a marriage that other states and the federal government will recognize.Cal Thomas
Geoge Bush has super powers, such as the ability to catch dictators, see invisible weapons, and know the future with one hand tied behind his back.
No wonder the president doesn't read the newspapers.
Walid Phares, PhD
Anyone ever see Tom Ridge and Ossam bin Laden together at the same time?
Let it be clear, it is not us who decide in fact as to what color-code we move to, but al-Qaida.
Ryan Zempel
The network news outfits won't let Bernard Goldberg hawk his books on their programs, even though millions and millions of their viewers are clamoring to see him -- or so says Bernie's mother.
I'll use me as a personal example. I'm talking to you for a piece that's going to go on the web and I'm flattered. And I've talked to Bill O'Reilly and I've been on radio.
But I will not be, because they have decided they will not let me be, on ABC News, NBC News, or CBS News – or, by the way, CNN during prime time. Those 4 places will not let me on to talk about Bias and Arrogance on the news. I don't have any right to be on -- I have no constitutional right to be on, they're private companies -- but as long as they're going to play that game, where millions and millions of their own viewers are interested in this subject and they still say, I don't care, I'm not putting him on to talk about this.
Then they've lost the right to claim with a straight face that they don't have any biases and they don't have any agendas, because they obviously do.
And if that agenda is, "We all hate Bernie, because we think he's a whiner," well, that proves something. Something significant to YOU, Mr. and Mrs. America.
I'll use me as a personal example: I've never been allowed to sell MY book on the O'Reilly Factor. And yet, it's a book which billions of people are interested in, since billions of people attend movies and my book is about movies. Of course, it's not a violation of the First Ammendment for Bill not to allow me on his show, but it should be. And so Bill has lost the right to say that he's not prejudiced against women, because it's obvious that he is.
So, either let me tell you about my book, or you must admit that the Romantic Poets control the media.
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And the One-Ring Represents Government Handouts
The Return of the King, as explained by WorldNet's "Vox Day" (a "novelist and Christian libertarian" who is a member of "the SFWA, Mensa, and the Southern Baptist Convention"). As you watch the movie, note the "central Christian message" about how we have to destroy the U.N. before Christ's second coming. (The return of the King! Get it?)
Today, our civilization faces just such a challenge, with enemies within and without. America, the champion of the West, is challenged by the orcs of violent Islam, the would-be Sauron that is the United Nations, and its Nazgul – France, Germany, Russia and China. Nor should we forget our globalists in government, who, like Saruman, would betray everything to which they are sworn in an attempt to win the favor of the growing shadow.
And I think Gollum is the Democratic Party, and the giant spider must be Hillary Clinton. But you probably have an equally valid interpretation of the movie.
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Best WorldNetDaily Headline of the Day: Democrats Subverting Terror-War Intelligence
Now, that you know who is subverting the terror war, you are prepared for the WorldNetDaily Poll:
Who is most responsible for subverting the U.S. war effort?
Democrats
Republicans
Liberals
Conservatives
President Bush
Congress
The press
Hollywood leftists
Hillary Clinton and Howard Dean
Other
I just wonder why gay marriage isn't on the list.
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Instastupidity!
Instapundit
MICKEY KAUS:
What I resist is the idea that the average worker is getting poorer in absolute terms--a notion now pushed by Paul Krugman in The Nation as well as by Uchitelle. Arguing in this fashion that capitalism doesn't "deliver the goods" is a mug's game. It's the one thing capitalism does! The New Left knew that. The Newer, Hack Left seems to have forgotten. Have Krugman and Uchitelle been to Best Buy and seen all the average families buying big-screen TVs?
I have!
And have Gene and Mickey ever seen all the average families waiting for hours to be seen at the free clinic, and then failing to get their prescriptions filled because they just don't have the money? I have!
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The Book of Lack of Virtues: A Children's Treasury of Real Life Stories, by William Bennett
1. Rush Learns . . .
During a hearing over whether prosecutors should have access to Limbaugh's medical records, attorney Roy Black said Limbaugh paid "extreme amounts of money" to Wilma Cline, his former housekeeper, and her husband, first for pills and then for extortion. Black alleged that the Clines had threatened to go public with information about Limbaugh's drug use unless they received $4 million.
Black said Limbaugh wanted to contact the FBI, but was told by an unidentified friend that if he went to the authorities, they would target him, and his political enemies would use the information against him.
. . .a Lesson
The couple "bled him dry" and then went to authorities to gain immunity from prosecutors before selling their story for $250,000 to the Enquirer, Black said.
And so young Rush learned that giving in to blackmail is never the right way to solve a problem. He gave his tormentors all the money he had, and even so, they sold him out to both the press and the authorities.
As his wise older friend, Uncle Roy, said, "Rush, you poor, poor, stupid, victim! If only you had not been forced by your crippling back pain to take perfectly legal drugs, you never would have gotten addicted to them, and then found yourself under the power of these ruthless and powerful criminals! Personally, I blame Purdue Pharma, the company that makes OxyCodone, and think they and the Democratic Party should pay you millions for your public humilation. But I hope you have learned a lesson from all of this."
"Yes, I have," said Rush. "Next time I will not listen to glib doctors who urge me to blunt my pain with narcotics, but instead will try Advil and excercise, and enduring my suffering with manly stoicism. And if that doesn't work and I DO end up addicted to blue babies, and my housekeeper DOES become my drug connection, and if she and her husband get greedy, I will just hire a contract killer to take care of them for me. Problem solved, and for just a couple of bank withdrawels slightly under the $10,000 reporting limit."
"Very good," said Uncle Roy. "I can see that your travails have made you a better person."
2. Bill Makes a Mistake
One big mistake I made this year was to engage some dishonest people and give them more publicity than they deserved. That will not happen again. We will continue to confront dishonesty in the public arena, but there are so many smear merchants operating right now, it's simply dumb to get down in the dirt with them.
Once upon a time there was a boy named Bill. He was a bully and a liar. One day a boy named Al called Bill on his lies, and refused to back down when Bill tried to bully him. This had never happened to Bill before, and he was furious -- but also afraid, for like most bullies, he was actually a coward underneath. So, instead of forgetting the incident or dealing with Al himself, he went to his father, King Richard Ailes, and demanded that he send lawyers to threaten Al. But the people of the land just laughed at the lawyers -- and at Bill-- which angered him all the more. And even more galling to Bill, the people all rushed to buy Al's book, and the kingdom's newspapers all printed the tale of Bill's comeuppance.
But that didn't stop Bill from pursuing a vendetta against Al. And although Bill's shtick was supposed to be looking out for the common folk and giving them advice on how to deal with their problems, Bill would instead tell them of his problems and urge them to look out for him by buying his book. But every time Bill mentioned how he had been wronged by Al, it just made people laugh anew, and reminded them to go out and buy Al's book.
But eventually, Bill did some hard thinking and came to the realization that he had been wrong. No, he didn't see that instead of blustering and obfuscating, he should have humbly admitted that he was wrong when he claimed that he and his old tabloid show had won a great award. And no, he didn't vow to become less mean-spirited and thin-skinned. Instead, just like young Rush, he learned that REAL hired guns are much more effective than legal ones, and got his father the king, to add some contract killers to the Fox palace's staff.
3. Strom Sees the Value of Abstinence
A handful of communications found in Thurmond's archives at Clemson University's Strom Thurmond Institute suggest his reluctance to provide money, particularly in 1964, the year that Williams's husband, Julius, died of heart problems and left her a widow with four children.
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The archival material shows that Williams contacted Thurmond's office around July 20, 1964, a period when Thurmond had returned to South Carolina to test the political winds for his switch to the Republican Party. Thurmond's top aides had cautioned him that bolting from the Democratic Party -- as he had done once before in 1948 to run as a Dixiecrat segregationist -- could be suicidal because of the state's solid Democratic Party backing.
Thurmond that summer remained an outspoken civil rights foe. According to newspaper reports, he declared in a June 1964 speech on the floor of the Senate: "Segregation in the South is honest, open and aboveboard. Of the two systems, or styles of segregation, the northern and the southern, there is no doubt whatever in my mind which is the better. Our southern system, too, has stood and passed the pragmatic test. It works."
He condemned the passage of the 1964 Civil Rights Act as legislation that would "make a czar of the president of the United States and a Rasputin of the attorney general."
Thurmond's executive secretary wrote to Williams in Savannah, Ga., that the senator was in South Carolina, suggesting that since it was about a "finance matter" she should attempt to contact him at his residence in the late evening.
Thurmond responded himself with a formal letter on July 28, 1964.
"I am pressed for money at this time, but suggest that you call me over the telephone to discuss the matter with me. My recollection is, without looking up the note, there is some balance due on the loan I made you last," he said.
And so, in 1964, at the tender age of 104, Strom learned that while taking advantage of the family's teenage maid had seemed like a good idea at the time, the consequences were far-reaching, and he would have done better to avoid illicit sex. Or at least, to have avoided it with a fertile black girl, because such an act could have derailed his career as a major-league bigot.
And this lesson applies to you too. Imagine that just when YOU are poised to leave the Democratic Party (which had degenerated to one which promoted civil rights for everyone, including blacks) for the more sympathetic Republican one, the daughter that resulted from a relationship many years ago contacts you to let you know that she's a widow with four children now, and she could use some help. But hey, things are tight for YOU too, and you can't exactly tell the Senate's Credit Union that you need a loan because your half-black love child claims she needs money to feed your grandkids. Well, you could, if only America was more tolerant about these kinds of things. Frankly, you blame society.
But eventually you do help her out, and your daughter keeps your secret, and the past never comes back to damage your career. And you die, apparently never having had to actually learn anything. The end.
1:20:09 AM
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